Oh! How I do groan in this body
of clay, this clog of humanity! When I would serve God with gladness, feeble
nature hinders me; my strength is exhausted, and I must be again refreshed with
sleep. - Though grace had not sin to fight against, it has infirmity to
struggle with; and I have no way of getting comfort under my calamities of this
kind, which are so many, but by beholding with the eye of faith, through the
prospect of revelation, the glories of the world above, when this mortal shall
put on immorality, and death shall be swallowed up of life. -…There…with
greater ease shall I go on with the highest acts of adoration, than here give
over the ordinary acts of devotion; for it shall be life to my soul, and vigour
to all my powers, to be so employed!...No weariness there, where the exercise
renders happy….Well then, what though the hours of time steal from me unknown?
I rejoice that I shall not lose one moment through weariness, while eternity
rolls.
James
Meikle
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